Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Japan,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.